Todd Rockhill entered the house party the way he always entered house parties. The abrupt opening of the door, to establish familiar terrain. The rapid scan of the room, quick enough to convey disinterest in&hellip

Melissa Weatherbee watched from behind the curtains as the beige 1989 Honda Accord snaked its way around her driveway. Three blasts of the car horn signaled the beginning of the second courtship between Ms. Weatherbee&hellip

Deep in the trenches of suburban Boston around the spring of 2005, laid a morose and apathetic recent college graduate who had become completely numb to the possibility of escaping ‘the town’. Everyone has ‘their&hellip